'Whoosh...pfff...puff...whizzz'I could feel the gust of wind whispering to my ears as it blew hard on my face. It was an airy evening around 5pm and I was strolling back home with both my hands dipped into the pocket of the jean trouser I was wearing; trying to console myself from feeling sad. I had just lost a job interview for a salesperson role in a pharmacy that was only few blocks away from where i lived; one of the vacancies I've been vying for about a week now, so that I could atleast support my mom offset some bills at home. Living with my mom has always been trying -- a bitter sweet experience for the both of us, especially when she got divorced to my dad. I was only 13 years of age when that happened - a memory I could never truly erase as it broke me down each time I thought about it, filling me with unquenchable resentment towards my dad! I mean, I have always admired my parents love life throughout the early years of my childhood but when they got separated, I began to
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